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05-JUL

Havoc

Captain Prosthetnic Vogon Jeltz

Arthur Dent & Ford Prefect flee from the destruction of the Earth by escaping onto an enemy spaceship:

“This is your captain speaking, so stop whatever you’re doing and pay attention.

“First of all I see from our instruments that we have a couple of hitchhikers aboard. Hello, wherever you are.

“I just want to make it totally clear that you are not at all welcome. I worked hard to get where I am today, and I didn’t become captain of a Vogon constructor ship simply so I could turn it into a taxi service for a load of degenerate freeloaders. I have sent out a search party, and as soon that they find you I will put you off the ship.

“If you’re very lucky I might read you some of my poetry first.”

Chapter 5 – Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

Putty. Putty. Putty.
Green Putty – Grutty Peen.
Grarmpitutty – Morning!
Pridsummer – Grorning Utty!
Discovery….. Oh.
Putty?….. Armpit?
Armpit….. Putty.
Not even a particularly
Nice shade of green.
As I lick my armpit and shall agree,
That this putty is very well green.